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Seema Feb 2018
Tempest triumph turmoil tomb
Seeketh life or seeketh whom
Ashes, bones lay beneath me
Humble yourself, so you can see
A wide range of locus holograms
Pinched around like metal prams
Escape none to route a way
Knuckles grit, sinking everyday
Dark puffed, stuffed grey matter
Auction solidarity is no better
Speech of silence, clouds of rain
Piercing pledging pleading pain
Thy grace, I praise as heavens open
Not above but a voice has spoken
Walk the steps downs, the voices called
Come to us, you belong to our world
Pushed dragged and pulled a few miles
Clowned faces, greet with smiles
Mummified shrouds hang like dolls
Eyes spring out like the tennis *****
Dredged with stinkful skillful spills
Rainbow colored infinite pills
Wide-eyed blinks match the flurocent
Contour light lights up the magnificent
Bridges burn birthing ashes
Torn ripped ***** worn sashes
Two hands praying, Lord save our nation
Two legs walk, it's another fashion
Rotten forgotten the limpage lives
All hands stuck in the money hives
Online tariff tragic traffic terror
Highlights viral vital error
Known unknown captured in doubts
Strapped bodies spillage by mouths
Shots of needles through my veins
End of life, foregone with pains!


©sim
Spilling thoughts.
Seema Feb 2018
I have lost counts of your tear drop...
Why can't you make the flow stop...
You know seeing you like this makes me weak...
Tell me what I can do, atleast say or speak...
You are my friend and am here by your side...
Who has upset you? Who has lied?
Please look up and smile...
See I have come across from many mile...
You don't have to worry as am here for you...
With every breath I have, I will care for you...
You are an angel enlighting my world...
Standing by me in withering cold...
Life without you seems wretched and old...
Now cheer up beautiful nold...
I made a plan for us tonight...
Eating, gossiping, playing, singing throughout the night...


©sim
Seema Feb 2018
As darkness clouds my pure soul...
My mind starts to play many roles...
I start to hallucinate what my mind creates...
Feeling haunted while my feeling betrays...
Possessing my body, torturing my soul...
Trying every motion to reach its goal...
A terrifying experience accounts to my being...
Taking control of all and every of my sin...
Shall I not wake up to see tomorrow...
As tonight my soul is captured with sorrow...
Holding onto my prayer book, I pray to thee...
To pull me out of this darkness and make me free...
Please take my hand and show me light...
I don't want to drown in this darkness of night...


©sim
Scribbling thoughts.
Seema Feb 2018
My mind wonders if you loved me
Ever wondered how alone I'll be
You never let a tear form in my eye
But now I wonder if it was a lie
You always made me smile
Hand in hand we used to walk a mile
A most loving person I ever met
In his arms one can forget the rest
My heart still aches for you
Searches the sites to capture your view
A deep pain ignites within my soul
My heart flames up, burns into coal
Crushed each time I saw you with her
Time went fast, now all is at far...


©sim
A quick scribble.
Seema Feb 2018
Heart to heart
Miles apart
You and me
Shall never depart
Kiss to kiss
You make me miss
Day and night
I hope alright
Here or there
You'll meet me where
Call on call
You make me fall
Love to life
Can I be your wife

©sim
Just a scribble.
Seema Feb 2018
A reflection of me
Enduring temptation
I can only see
Dissatisfaction

The bold eyes scans
Every part of my body
While my expressions tense
To run away from everybody

***** looks, licks my nerves
A burning sensation amidst
Few hands brush my curves
They can't really seem to resist

What are they looking for in me
That makes them drool and melt
How can I not feel and see
What they have actually felt

In a corner, a mirror stands
I step to see, myself pose
Blown lose, curly strands
A hand appeared with a rose...


©sim
Fictional write.
Seema Feb 2018
I am a small boat in a big ocean, all alone tugging along a wrecked ship...

Nights pass with heavy loads and day breaks with hardwork, yet I tug alone my wrecked ship...

Many storms come along, with tide so swift that I nearly lose my grip on my wrecked ship, lightening so bright and thunder roars gives me shivers of doubt that I might not make to the shore with my wrecked ship...

With a high aim and certainty, I tug along with my wrecked ship...

Days go by and I still see no land, will I be able to safely shore my wrecked ship...

Sometimes I see land but my sight has gone so blurry that even reality passes my sight...

Thinking I was taking the right path to the shore but the waves sway me in all directions, it's hard to tell which direction I am in now...

It's a big ocean and am all alone tugging my wrecked ship...


©sim
It becomes rather challenging when you are looking after a loved one going through a severe stroke and Alzheimer's. A mother is a mother, her love cannot be replaced by any other.
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